Page 23 of High Side
“Hey, I like Oreos and Cool Whip.” Brittany caressed her cheek. “Maybe we can have both.”
“I’m all over that.” She could lick Cool Whip off Brittany’s lips. Or her nipples.
“I do love it when your eyes go all dark like that.” Brit smiled into her eyes. “I bet it means you’re thinking wicked thoughts.”
“I am. Cool Whip ones that have nothing to do with food.”
“Dude, bring it on.”
“I intend to.” She let her hands land on Brit’s thighs, fingers splaying wide.
“Good.” Brit reached down to take her hand and move it up that leg. “I want you, Kylie. Just in case I haven’t been clear.”
Had she ever been that direct? Brittany was sure of who she was, that was certain. It made her hot as hell, and it also made her feel bolder in her own right.
“You have been. You interested in coming to see my bedroom, lady? I got clean sheets.”
“I am so interested. Some things are not better in the great outdoors.” Brittany hopped up, grabbing the wine bottle and her empty plate. “Come on. I even do dishes.”
“Excellent. I’ve got a dishwasher, and it’s empty.”
“We can just rinse them.”
They could sit in the sink. This whole chemistry thing was way more important than some crusty cheese. Kylie put them in the sink, ran some water over them, and took Brit’s hand. “I’m the last door on the left.”
Brittany led the way, and they shut out a very disappointed and surprised-looking Sadie.
“Oh, man, you’re going to pay and pay for that, huh?”
“You have no idea. She’s probably chewing up my favorite pair of flip-flops as we speak. Good thing I know where to buy more.”
“Good thing.” Brittany turned them, pressing Kylie up against the door, and kissed her hard, taking control like Kylie didn’t have half a foot and forty pounds on her.
She wrapped her hands around Kylie’s hips, dragging her closer, thumbs sliding along the pockets of her jeans, tugging at them and teasing them both.
“Mmm. Hey, there.” Kylie arched her back, pushing up with her whole body, which made Brit sort of fall against her. She could still grab the upper hand when she needed it.
Brittany laughed. “Whoa. You’re like a class four.”
“Slippery when wet and hard to hold onto?”
“Oh, that was bad. But yeah. You buck like a mule.”
Kylie pushed Brittany back toward her bed. “You have no idea.”
Brittany plopped down on the bed and crooked a finger at her.
“Show me.”
She moved right up into Brittany’s space, crawling up along that tight, taut little body. Brittany leaned back, offering herself up, arms stretching up over her head. That was a feast Kylie couldn’t resist, and she planted a hand on either side of Brittany’s head, bending to kiss that mouth again.
They went after it, passing control back and forth, learning every flavor and texture of each other.
This was going to burn her alive before they ever got her clothes off.
Also, there was only so long she could hold a plank, because she’d worked all damn day.
“Kneel up so I can get your shirt off.” Like Brittany had read her mind, she pushed at Kylie, clearly wanting skin.
